Lord Roar

Chapter 78

Du Fu was still alive and well in the end, not missing a single part, not a single hair was missing.

Although being guarded by two tribal warriors at the same time restricted his freedom all day long, he was fortunate that he hadn't been cut off by his tendons and tongue for the time being.

The main reason is that Allen can ask him if he thinks about anything he doesn't understand in the future. If his tongue is cut off, his hands and feet are crippled, and he can't write or speak, it's useless to ask him.

Anyway, in his eyes, this senior magician of the water system is just like that, trapped in a camp where hundreds of soldiers live, probably can't make much waves.

In addition to being restricted in freedom, Du Fu's innocuous skin wounds have also healed. Unlike other human captives who only have half a daily ration, he eats to his full every day.

It's not that Du Fu, who has recovered and is full of mana, has never thought of escaping, but since he found out that the tent where he was imprisoned was actually in the middle of three large animal pens, he gave up this unrealistic idea.

A large flying monster, acid-etched giant crow, a ridged saber tiger and a giant gray lion, surrounded poor Du Fu in the form of finished characters.

This was Allen's idea.

The old mage thinks that these barbarians think highly of him, so your mother still uses three large beasts and two elite fighters to guard him all day long?A giant acid-etching crow will give him a hard time.

Du Fu, who had already accepted his fate, couldn't figure out what these barbarians were thinking. What does it mean to neither kill nor let go?
If he can't figure it out, he simply doesn't think about it. The old mage who stays in the tent every day has nothing to do but eat and wait to die in the tent.

As for the other human captives, some old, weak, sick and disabled, they had already been released after being given a day's ration.

The human business group was robbed, and it won't take long to hide it. It just so happens that the old, weak, and sick people with no labor value at all are a waste of food. After discussing with Alan and old Zach, they were released.

Returning to Lothar Principality earlier also happened to pour dirty water on the chieftain earlier.

As for whether these old, weak, sick and disabled people with broken arms and legs can return to the human territory alive in such harsh weather conditions as the cold winter moon, it is not the concern of the people of the Bloodhoof tribe.

Barbarian warriors are only responsible for discounting your dog legs, not for later services.

Being able to go back alive is the blessing of your supreme god, and if you die on the road, you can only blame your lack of piety.

The loot returned from this robbery, including a large amount of food and clothing, really solved the urgent needs of the tribe. The rest of the hundreds of gold coins and goods that were of little use were also taken away by the Great Babylon. Take a look Can you exchange some necessities with the nearest Nighthawk tribe?

Except for the Minghuo skull ring, the most valuable monster crystal nucleus and the two bottles of unknown monster blood are of no use to the tribe. Old Zach doesn't know their value, but even if he knows, he can't risk It is a huge risk to go deep into the human territory to trade, especially the outpost county closest to the wasteland, where the Holy See's ground dragon army is also stationed.

Can't sell money, and can't eat, so the angry chieftain directly threw these expensive magic beast crystal cores to Zack and the other little guys from the tribe as toys, and they can play with them however they want, throw them away No problem.

Allen has no objection to this. He doesn't understand the value of the Warcraft crystal nucleus at all. Babylon the Great and other tribal warriors also don't take these extraneous things seriously, and they can't use them anyway.

Seeing that the cold winter moon has entered the middle stage, I deeply feel that robbing human business groups is an excellent way to make a fortune. The tribal fighters are thinking about how to do a few more votes every day.

Babylon the Great, who was riding a ridged sword tiger, squatted near the tribe for three consecutive days. Apart from eating a mouthful of yellow sand and black soil, there was no trace of a human business group.

After asking the captives of the business group, I found out that only those business groups with wind or light magicians would ignore the bad weather of the cold winter moon and continue to go deep into the wilderness to the Beamon orc territory.

And that kind of caravan, all of them have military or human aristocratic backgrounds, and their trade routes are generally closer to the sphere of influence of the great chief tribe.

Moreover, this kind of business group is covered by the Grand Duke of the Kingdom of Locke. Since it is a business group under the name of Allen's cheap father, old Zach is also embarrassed to do it.

They could only continue to sit and eat the blood hoof tribe, and began to idle around in the camp all day long.

Looking at the dilapidated camp, Allen felt that before the cold winter month passed, he should find something for the captives to do.

The human captives, who originally only had half a ration of rations a day, could finally have enough to eat, because they started a life of hard work in the dark.

"Give me more food." Allen, holding a whip, squinted at a group of human captives dressed in rags, and shouted in the wind: "I'll give you extra food today, and I specially slaughtered two ponies. "

The hungry skinny human warriors looked gratefully at this smaller barbarian.

"Only when you are full will you have the strength to work." Overseer Allen shouted again.

"..." The human warrior lowered his head and continued to eat, as if he was farting just now.

Although these poor prisoners are not good at martial arts, they really have two brushes in their work.

The tents that would have collapsed when the wind blew, were also re-fixed by them with solid wooden stakes and horse nails.

The leaky tents were patched with new patches, and the open space was surrounded by a corral with fat ponies.

Originally, this was enough for the warriors of the Bloodhoof tribe.

They think that the human captives are much better than they are. The tribe used to raise ponies and saros in free range. Today one is lost, and the next day is taken away by the wasteland wolf. It is useless for them to worry. I had no choice but to stare blankly.

As for those tents that fall down when the wind blows, the tribal people have long been used to it. When they fell asleep, a gust of wind blew and the tent fell on them. sleep.

Looking at the newly built corral and sturdy tent, Ai Dajian was not very satisfied, it was far from enough.

Since he regards the tribe as his new home, of course the safer the better.

So the sad human warrior could only bow his head and continue working under the whip of Supervisor Ai Da, which was thicker than his wrist.

Supervisor Ai felt that there should be bunkers around the tribe.

So the hard workers began to carry simple iron brazing tools, digging stone statues and building bunkers day and night.

"Come on, work hard for three days, and let you go free." Alan's roar and whip waving sounded continuously in the strong wind.

Three days later, the human warriors, who had lost weight obviously, had not had time to lie down in the hood and get a good night's sleep.

Supervisor Ai looked at the two-meter-high fortress, and felt dissatisfied no matter how he looked at it. He slapped his head and shouted: "Remember, the bunker should be one meter for the foundation and two meters for the ground!"

So the hard workers pushed the results of three days of hard work and began to dig the sand.

"Work harder, work hard for another five days, and let you go free." Supervisor Ai's roar sounded again in the strong wind.

Five days later, with less than three hours of rest each day, the human warriors, who were already as tired as dead dogs, just lay down in the tent and closed their eyes to fall asleep, when the roar of Supervisor Ai Da came to mind outside.

Looking at the bunkers in front of him, Supervisor Ai felt dissatisfied, and slapped his head and shouted: "Remember, there should be a watchtower next to the bunker."

So under the waving of whips, the laborers led the pony and braved the strong wind, and began to cut big trees outside the forest of monsters.

Three days later, looking at the [-] bunkers and [-] watchtowers located on the outskirts of the camp, Supervisor Ai was still dissatisfied with what he saw, so he slapped his head and shouted: "Remember, there should be walls between the watchtowers."

So the peons wore simple animal skin masks, and began to mix the acid solution, the saliva of the giant crow, and the black soil of the wasteland to build walls and erect wall embryos.

After more than ten days of continuous high-intensity labor, each of the human captives has become numb. Now they are not afraid of the casserole-sized fists of the barbarians, nor are they afraid of the claws of the three big beasts.

The only thing they were afraid of was that Allen suddenly slapped his head.

Whenever Allen showed a thoughtful expression, the human captives felt terrified.

Whenever Allen slapped his big head, the human warriors felt dizzy.

The tribal camp, which was full of flaws in Allen's eyes, has taken on a new look. Except that the interior of the camp has hardly been touched, there are not only eighteen watchtowers with a height of five meters standing outside the tribe, but also a shocking one under each watchtower. Between the bunker for the three soldiers and the watchtower, a wall as high as [-] meters was erected, enclosing the entire camp of the Bloodhoof Tribe.

In line with the principle of waste utilization, Allen removed all the swords and weapons seized from humans and smashed them into pieces, and embedded a piece of them on the top and outside of the wall.

The fence, which is a mixture of acid-etched giant crow saliva and black soil from the wasteland, is extremely strong, and the tribal warriors kicked it up with all their strength, leaving no cracks except for a shallow pit.

Not to mention the solidity of the wall, just the pieces of weapon fragments that were shining coldly made people shudder.

Looking at Alan who was constantly oppressing human warriors day and night, the tribal warriors obviously didn't know enough about his insidiousness.

Everyone thought that when the camp had been remodeled, Allen commanded the human warriors, and began to work overtime to dig holes behind the wall. Around the camp wall, he dug a five-meter-deep pit every half a meter. The excess wood in the camp was all sharpened and buried deep into the bottom.

There is a shallow layer of rattan grass on the big pit, and it is covered with a layer of yellow sand. If you don't look carefully, you won't find anything tricky at all.

After the completion of the work, even the tribal fighters who were usually restless dared not run around in the camp without anything to do.

Those barbarian children who are always rolling around in the tribe, as long as they dare to go out of the tent, once their parents find out, they will be smashed to the ground without saying a word.

All the people in the tribe, as long as they want to get out of the camp, walk straight to the middle of the main entrance, and then slowly move forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

I usually go out hunting Babylon on my back riding a saber tiger. I often stop and look at the seemingly safe camp, and I keep sighing that there is no place to walk except the main entrance.

According to Allen's idea, a few more caves for hiding soldiers should be dug outside the camp, and it is best to make three more pits for the three major beasts of the tribe. cause maximum damage.

Allen, who was constructing the renderings in his mind, didn't notice that the peons around him were all nervous.

Seeing this wicked barbarian, he showed a pensive expression again.

There was commotion among the human captives.

After constant whispering, these poor guys finally broke out their own cry and they began to protest because they couldn't do it anymore.

Allen actually noticed two days ago that this group of human warriors was on the verge of collapse. Although he was full every day, he still couldn't stand it. He slowly switched to a soft policy and began to give them extra meals after meals. Add wine and even start cajoling.

But the human samurai passed by Allen and said for the nth time: "That's just a little bit, when you're done, you can start to rest, and sleep whatever you want!" After that, he completely stopped believing this dishonest guy.

As early as when they put down their weapons and gave up resistance, they had the consciousness of being captives. It is not that they did not expect to suffer all kinds of abuse and humiliation, but no one expected that what greeted them would be to work day and night.

I didn't expect that such a cruel guy actually existed in the world. This is simply not treating people as human beings, and animals don't do this to death.

The human captive felt that he couldn't do it anymore.

(End of this chapter)